We don't really know what their stingersdo, but turning us into girls? That seems a bit farfetched. Jack goes on andon about how his older brother was... a girl for a week in October last year.That this is a so called girl week for the fifth graders as they developtheir venom as he called it. Of course, none of us had seen his brotherduring this time, so we weren't sure if we should believe him or not.The morning ticks by, as more and more of the students came in, all of themthe boys in my class.. ’ She stared at me. I stared back. Who was this woman? Some nameless broad I met in some nameless bar? Was she my wife? A girlfriend? No, not even that. She was just a girl. A companion for the evening, nothing more, probably much less. No need to explain the complexities of my thought processes to her. No need to explain what I thought about the nature of reality. None of that mattered to her. What did matter to her then? I resigned my self to trying to take another look at her. Try to give. His cock wasn,t the giant appendage usually associated with blacks,but my wife loved it with nine inches of thick male sausage pleasuring her slit while she sucked my seven inches almost choking on me when she experienced one Hell of a climax. One weekend our k**s were staying over with friends and mother in law was in Scotland on holiday so we had the house all to,ourselves and once I,d worked my Saturday morning shift at aMerchant Bank as security I planned to return home, take a quick shower. Once, she had even seen Rebecca being spanked over a strange woman’s knees and with a strange man’s cock residing deep inside her mouth like some saliva-seeking animal desperate for some female spit on the tip of his dick. That sight was so vivid that she would sometimes put her furry Teddy Bear between her legs and squeeze him until she had the tingle she needed so badly when the need for “doing it” filled her every pore with demanding desire.When she was called into the Camp director’s office.